Flower finally calmed down and let the Vixen clamp her jaws around his midriff, he sat expecting a final CHOMP but instead the Fox walked away with the skunk still in her mouth. He didn’t know where she was taking him but he hoped desperately that they would come across the owl or someone who would save him. The Vixen’s tongue was still licking his furry stomach and the nose was still taking in his scent, Flower was tempted to spray her and run away but he knew that he couldn’t outrun this Fox. There was no escape for the poor skunk this time, upon realizing this he bowed his head and started sobbing.
The Fox rolled her eyes as the prey hiccupped and cried in her jaws; at least he hadn’t tried to spray her yet, not that it would do much good since she had him positioned in such a way that it wouldn’t affect her. The Vixen had actually been aiming for the fat little rabbit he was following, but skunk meat was just as tasty and this one was no exception. Flower was nice and juicy with lots of baby fat around his stomach; he also had a strangely nice smell for a skunk. He smelt like flowers and rabbits but also had a tantalizing hint of deer that the predatory Fox loved; she sniffed and gently chewed his delicate body as she walked towards her den.
They reached her den with no interference from anyone else; it seemed that the presence of a Fox sent all the other animals scurrying to safety. Which was just fine for the Vixen but bad news for Flower, no one would even know that he had fallen to prey to a voracious Fox. He squealed and tried to kick her nose in a vain last attempt to free himself from her jaws but it was fruitless, the Fox just shook her head and exerted pressure on her teeth to silence him. Hot pain shot through Flower as the teeth went deep into his skin “n-no please…” he squealed faintly, the Vixen’s teeth loosened up and she dropped him on the ground of her den.
“Now, what will I do with you?” she whispered with a large smile on her face. Flower just stared at her with big, anxious eyes, painfully aware of how much pudgy fat he had around his stomach; he wished he was thin and unappetising. “A-are you going to eat me?” he squeaked, already knowing the answer, “of course” the fox said with relish “but I’m not going to tear you apart, I’m going to slowly swallow you whole and alive” she whispered, slowly pacing around the skunk. Flower backed away as the fox moved closer and closer, “I want to hear you squeal and feel you squirm as you slowly waste away inside of me” she continued, “my stomach is strong; it’ll have no problem dealing with a creature as soft and delicate as you”.
Suddenly the vixen stopped “actually, I think I’ve forgotten something” she said while still smiling; Flower could tell she was planning something but he couldn’t know what it was. He stared in confusion as the Vixen turned around and exited the den, but not before obstructing the entrance with a rock and encasing Flower in darkness. In the damp, quiet of the cave Flower was left alone to ponder is future fate; he wondered why it had to be him, why he couldn’t have just left the rustling bushes alone. His mother had warned him to be careful of predators in the forest but he thought being friends with Bambi might help his chances, he didn’t think anyone would dare eat the prince of the forest’s best friend. Tears came to the skunk’s eyes as he thought of his mother and his friends; he wouldn’t see any of them again.
His thoughts were interrupted the second time that day by the Fox, light shedding into the dark cave as she returned, But this time she had something in her jaws...
what is it?
